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This wasn't new to Armand for he had been watching Daniel as he slept for 52 years now, and he was going to keep watching him sleep until the day he meets the true death. His deep orange eyes watched Daniel carefully, watching every toss and turn he had made. Armand was someone who didn't need sleep as much as other vampires given his age he could run on no sleep for three nights max.
Armand found watching Daniel sleep very fascinating, so much so he moved his hand slowly to touch Daniel but stopped, for he didn't want to wake him. Because he looked so perfected like that, he looked as if he was at ease. There was a part of Armand that wondered if he had never turned Daniel would the two of them still be together? Then the thought of what if he turned him the time Daniel asked, all those years ago?
Soon Daniel's voice snapped Armand out of thought and slowly turned to look at him. A small smirk then formed on his lips as he placed his hands on his coat pockets. "All morning and day...I like to make sure you are ok while you are sleeping." Half true. "How was it? Were you able to sleep better than before?"
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Armand let Daniel talk as his eyes locked with his. Then he felt his hands on his cheeks, cupping them. He kept himself together for so long but in this moment he came undone and felt the tears forming in his eyes. Then the blood tears fell from his eyes and rolled down his cheeks.
Noticing some of the blood was falling onto Daniel's hands, Armand pulled away for a moment, moving the blood from his face then removing it from Daniel's hands. "Forgive me Daniel. I didn't even noticed that I was.." He stopped then sighed. Then he nodded his head, agreeing that there should be no more sad talk.
" Oh, Beloved....You have always made me happy. For you are the only peace of joy I have in my dark and bloody life." Armand whispered softly. He knew that Daniel was getting worked up about Lestat and he wished he wouldn't. After all Lestat was acting out like a small child when he doesn't get what he wants.
" No Daniel...For just a moment I want to forget about Lestat, Louis and all the others out there. " Armand said softly while placing a hand on Daniel's cheek. "Right now I just want to focus on us...." He then leaned in hovering his lips over Daniel's. "As if we are the only vampires alive."
Armand did not cry often. This he knew and this he remembered. Even as he, his so called greatest love, ripped him a new asshole at the bowling alley he had not wept. But now he wept as he claimed to be so happy.
Daniel didnāt want to drone on about Lestat either. He was plenty angry, but now he was sick of Lestat and Louis psychotic relationship ā because of course there was nothing wrong with memory wiping, stalking for half a century, and everything else that had occurred. But he did believe that they had better heads on their shoulders.
Lips hovering on his elicited another heavy panting, maybe he did it out of habit or maybe he just liked the sound of rough breath,of needy breath. Armand always brought out the beast in him. How many times had Armand passed him around, just to watch and then kill. He remembered those fun nights. Right now Daniel only wore silk black pajama bottoms which he was sure was Armandās.
ā Fine then.. ā hemoved to whisper in his ear. ā My Arun. ā Yes even after so long he still remembered. ā Shall I call you that in private for now on? ā Because he knew Armand wouldnāt want anyone he didnāt know him or was against him knowing his true name. He nudged Armand to more against the bed, only slightly leaving him upright, and now, oh. So tempted! ā How beautiful you are, Arun. Tell me.
He wanted to feed, but damn these clothes! So he slinked up a bit, undid the first two buttons of his shirt, exposing those larger nipples of his, choosing to close his lips around one, beginning to nurse tenderly. Feed your childe, father. Does it feel good? His kiss changed when fangs slid down, piercing right into the skin, moaning at the taste of his own personal god.
This wasn't new to Armand for he had been watching Daniel as he slept for 52 years now, and he was going to keep watching him sleep until the day he meets the true death. His deep orange eyes watched Daniel carefully, watching every toss and turn he had made. Armand was someone who didn't need sleep as much as other vampires given his age he could run on no sleep for three nights max.
Armand found watching Daniel sleep very fascinating, so much so he moved his hand slowly to touch Daniel but stopped, for he didn't want to wake him. Because he looked so perfected like that, he looked as if he was at ease. There was a part of Armand that wondered if he had never turned Daniel would the two of them still be together? Then the thought of what if he turned him the time Daniel asked, all those years ago?
Soon Daniel's voice snapped Armand out of thought and slowly turned to look at him. A small smirk then formed on his lips as he placed his hands on his coat pockets. "All morning and day...I like to make sure you are ok while you are sleeping." Half true. "How was it? Were you able to sleep better than before?"
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Armand nodded his head slowly. "Yes just like me." He whispered softly. "You have my blood, my powers...You are going to be just as powerful as I am." Moving a hand to touch Daniel's cheek, Armand softly rubbed it with his thumb. As he looked into Daniel's eyes he felt so many words forming in his head. But yet his lips wouldn't move. It was still so hard to look at Daniel and tell him how much he loved him.
When Daniel finally spoke about not being sorry for his words and Armand snapped out of his thoughts and nodded his head slowly. "As it should be." Armand said softly. "For I never want you to apologize for your feelings." He then looked down as he placed his hands in his own lap. "Yes you are right. I needed to hear those things. I needed to know how truly angry you were at me."
As Daniel spoke again, Armand looked at him then looked around for a moment. "A safe place....No one will find us here."
ā Even as mad as I was, I couldnāt stand what Lestat did to you at that concert. It was beyond cruel. ā Daniel softly growled, which sounded more menacing than he realized. ā I canāt stand what that bastard did to me, my documentary. All the reality of his true feelings gone, as he froze the staff and spoke only to me. Didnāt realize it until I tried to play it back and saw itās just him staring at me. ā
He let out a growl. ā I was stupid and just like every other vampire that meets him and gets close. I was charmed by him, only to be cheated out of what was rightfully mine. ā His interview, anyway.
But then he smiled a little, reaching up to run the back of his fingers over Armandās cheek. ā Besides. Maybe one day youāll let me interview you. Even if itās just for us. The things you must have seen, how society changed, and all the trauma of living such a long life. ā Daniel shook his head, fully cupping his cheek, eyes with his.
ā No more sadness, bad things. ā Oh if he only knew what was coming. ā We have each other now and thatās what matters, yes? ā How poetic this Pulitzer Prize winner could be when he really wanted to be. ā My murderer, my maker.. my lover, my father.. you are all these things and I have seen sadness in your eyes for too long. I hope Iāll make them happy once more. ā
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You guys dunno how many times @ivegotlongfangs and I have written Armand buying Daniel all the fancy clothing and things.
This wasn't new to Armand for he had been watching Daniel as he slept for 52 years now, and he was going to keep watching him sleep until the day he meets the true death. His deep orange eyes watched Daniel carefully, watching every toss and turn he had made. Armand was someone who didn't need sleep as much as other vampires given his age he could run on no sleep for three nights max.
Armand found watching Daniel sleep very fascinating, so much so he moved his hand slowly to touch Daniel but stopped, for he didn't want to wake him. Because he looked so perfected like that, he looked as if he was at ease. There was a part of Armand that wondered if he had never turned Daniel would the two of them still be together? Then the thought of what if he turned him the time Daniel asked, all those years ago?
Soon Daniel's voice snapped Armand out of thought and slowly turned to look at him. A small smirk then formed on his lips as he placed his hands on his coat pockets. "All morning and day...I like to make sure you are ok while you are sleeping." Half true. "How was it? Were you able to sleep better than before?"
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" Because beloved you are my first born my only born. You will have all my gifts. " Armand whispered softly. Slowly he placed both hands on Daniel's cheeks and rubbed them softly with his thumbs. His beautiful boy, his one and only boy. Then he leaned in and pressed his lips softly onto Daniel's kissing him.
When Armand pulled his lips away from Daniel's he ran a finger slowly on his lip. "You will have anything and more my love." He whispered. "You will be like me and walk in the daylight and I promise for as long as I live I will never leave your side again." A small smile formed on Armand's lips.
" I have given you all that I have within my blood and I will teach you everything I know. " Armand moved his lips to Daniel's ear and whispered into it. "And you my beloved boy will be stronger than I could ever imagine."
ā I can walk in the daylight? Like you? ā Daniel has no idea of such a thing. He knew when heād attacked other fledglings to protect Lestat that heād been stronger than all of them. He had no clue how old the others were, but even at year two, Lestat had remarked how strong he was for a fledgling, and heād never seen such a thing before. But of course he didnāt exactly teach him anything else. And why would he?
Cautiously bit curiously he peeked at the sunlight peeking through closed curtains. He kissed Armand, accepted his fawning and enjoyed it in turn as his maker had given him more affection than anyone in the world. In some ways it disturbed him that Armand had always been in his life, watching and taking care of him, cleaning up any mistakes like he had a hidden twin. On the other, he found it ridiculously romantic, something to write books about, his own fawning over his lover and maker.
ā Why didnāt you say anything in Dubai? I mean.. you were eye fucking me so hard I barely paid attention to Louis. ā He chuckled softly, but moved to kiss at his lips. ā Never stronger than you though. ā Which was a-okay with Daniel. ā Lestat and Louis both underestimated me. I underestimated me. ā. And I still donāt understand how I could feel you near me, and how we can speak to each other, but Iām happy and better for it. I love you. Well, I loved to hate you, but it was love all along.
ā Iām still not sorry I called you a twink though. ā He smirked softly, poked his chest. ā You deserved every word as I read you for filth, because I was so mad at you for abandoning me. Look how abandonment worked out for Lestat. I donāt want to be anything like that. ā And he wouldnāt be, because Daniel had more of a head on his.shoulders.
ā I think you needed to hear those things, how mad I was. ā Heād been staring in his eyes, petting his hair, but then he frowned. ā But that night at the concert was cruel, and I chased after you to see if you were all right. I didnāt say that, but itās why I followed. As mad as I was, I still felt that pull toward you. The whole time I could feel it, and maybe itās why everything hurt so much.ā Daniel was really offloading now as he tangled his legs with his.
Slowly he traced his thumb over Armandās lower lip. ā But there was never anyone else for me. You tortured me, and I loved you still. Iād do anything you asked of me. ā He sat up a little in the bed, looking around. ā. By the way, where are we? ā Heād asked almost sleepily.
Lenora was simply the wife heād been looking for when he couldnāt find the baby. Of course Daniel had already forgotten that. Heād forgotten that only moments ago he was frantic Nicolas asked those questions and he was confused for long moments. Lenora? What did his bitch of an ex wife have to do with any of this.
ā Iā¦ ā Daniel frowned. He might have even made a whimpering sound. ā I donāt know what youāre talking about but Iām sorry I hurt you. ā Yes. Daniel was a little more of his mind again. He wasnāt a hundred percent, but he was having a rough time.
He sort of smiled when he mentioned being a starving artist, wanting to die alone. ā I had nights where I was so heavy on drugs, just getting into writing puff pieces I hate from the San Francisco Chrionicle. Half the time I was hooking to get drugs and rent money. Iāve got the arrest record to prove it. ā He chuckled, but then he lifted a hand to that cold, marbled cheek. ā I havenāt met Lestat yet, but I heard he was full of himself. I think itās kind of romantic, youāre thinking. Risky, living day by day.. but youāre a romantic, whether youāll admit it or not. ā
When he kissed his forehead, Daniel also tilted his head up to steal a kiss from his lips. ā Helping a writer of a book you loved, a dying and elderly one, and falling and staying with him is pretty romantic too. ā. He took Nicolasās hand then, scooted over and invited him into his bed. There was a coffin yes, but heād seen Louis and Armand live in a giant house and share a bed.
Whenever he crawled into bed with him, Daniel set his head on his chest. ā Lenora was my ex-wife. Violetās mother. ā He laughed sadly. ā They both hate me. My first daughter.. she wouldnāt even let me go to her wedding. So itās like I have no family at all. ā He frowned. ā Besides you, now, and Iām grateful you found me. Iām sorry if I scared you. Just this.. fucking disease!! Do you know what itās like to be a writer and now not recognize your own handwriting? .. of course you do, you lost your hands. But your music is still beautiful to me. ā
ā if I ever became a vampire, Iād give you my blood to help stop the bleeding, I donāt know of it would work, but itās be worth a try. ā He nuzzled into his chest, clung onto him like heād die if he didnāt do so. He also wondered if maybe when he was confused, maybe a drop of Nicholasās blood would help. But the lucidity faded before he could say anything else.
ā You said Violet was safe, right? I love you, Nicholas. ā At least he knew who he was.
"You will meet him and a little part of you will fall in love with him. Everyone does, he has a charm to him. Something that would make you forgive the unforgivable when it came from him, an adorableness to his naivety. The immortal Apollo is he, poetic and full of life that you almost forget he is the patron of poisons as well. You will be disarmed by his beauty, by his charm, his nastiness passed off as bratty defiance and you too will be swept in his current." Well, Nicolas had not seen Lestat since the night he left the Theatre with Gabrielle but he could assume by reputation, by the book Daniel wrote that he was still the same. "It will be alright, you will grow tired of bedding him soon enough" Nicolas theorised that men were biologically incapable of monogamy despite the fact that he had been plenty capable of it.
He thought it inevitable that Daniel would be pulled into Lestat's orbit and into his bed. Or that at least the lust to be in his bed would ignite if not yielding results.
"I will die with you. I will lay myself in your arms and let a stray sunbeam take me and I will finally be at peace. Maybe the flames will cremate you and they won't be able to tell our ashes apart, where one of us begins and the other ends. There, since you are so adamant on painting me as a romantic instead of facing the truth, I will give you romantic poetry" Wouldn't that be nice, to die and be at peace finally. To die in the arms of a lover was as good a death as someone like Nicolas could hope for. "What does it matter that you're elderly to a vampire. To a man. Your cock still functions, it is all that matters to me" Even he couldn't convince anyone with that monumental lie. Maybe if he said it often enough and loud enough it would become believable, that this was all it was.
"Yes, I do" There it was. Daniel at least acknowledged it. Acknowledged that Nicolas knew plenty what it was like to be met with dissonance where once was art. "You are a good writer, I was never past a mediocre violinist so you are allowed to win this battle of who has gotten the shitty end of the stick. Did I use that term correctly?" he asked and put his cold socked feet on Daniel just to feel his warmth. "If I made you, you would be a weak vampire. A very weak one. I will find someone better for you. Someone stronger. An ancient one perhaps. And if I find none, then I will guilt Lestat to make you for me. He owes me at least that"
"Vampiric blood will not stop the rejection of the grafts. Only my own hands will attach and remain. I know this to be a fact. I don't know much about being a vampire but I know this for certain, only my hands will stay. It is a shame, really. I have stared to like this pair...I will have to replace them soon." And there Daniel's mind wandered again.
Was Violet safe? Should he say she was? "Violet is far away. Maybe she is happy." And Nicolas slowly started to accept that Daniel's battle with lucidity had become a losing battle.
"I will do it" he spoke to a room that fell quiet as he stroked Daniel's hair. "I pray you will wake up and forget about me...but get yourself better. So I can...find the courage to do it" He'd have to wait until Daniel had a good day. A fully compos mentis day before they became a minority.
"Je t'aime aussi, espĆØce d'idiot."
By the time Daniel woke up again Nicolas would have retreated to his coffin. Would Daniel's heartbeat still be there to greet him when he woke again from the death sleep?
. Daniel was still a little less lucid when he spoke of Lestat, but he has caught his words about bedding him. While Daniel had always been on the wild side when it came to sexuality with the exclusions being his marriages and not the affairs on the side, he knew if he loved someone enough heād be monogamous. His wives? They were sort of a backtrack of his own sexuality, a thing he thought he had to do really. He tried the whole family thing and it blew up in his face. Of course it would, when all you thought about were vampires and you were trying to move forward, but couldnāt.
Nicolas again denied he was romantic, and Daniel would insist you could be two things at once and both be true. He also thought the idea of dying together was a beautiful thing, but his waning lucidity had him curl his fingers tightly to whatever shirt he was wearing, and tucked his chin to his chest. Softly, and with a bit of sorrow and fear mixed in, he spoke. ā I donāt want to die. ā This part of his life had just started He squeezed again, though this time more at his chest. ā I donāt want you to die either. ā
Reassured that Violet was happy and far away, eased his anxiety a bit. And as he said he would do it, Daniel again had started to drift. He wouldnāt let Nicolas go, not a cuddle missed as theyād laid together and soon enough he slept. It would only be hours later when he came to that the words would hit him like a truck.
ā He wants to make me.. ā It was something heād wanted for so long and Nicolas wanted to give it so freely. He couldnāt remember everything from not too long ago, but he absorbed something good and Daniel.? Well, one of his languages was gift giving.
So whilst Nicolas was tucked in coffin, Daniel was going through their little love nest, the small apartment he was paying for. Nicolas had practically nothing and that never sat right with him. Daniel was growing ever closer to completing his 13th book, Interview with the Vampire, and a writer never traveled without some copies of his own books, and Daniel was no exception to this matter.
So, he got every copy, and in each one was his autograph and a sweet love note. was this egotistical? He hoped not, as he signed novel after novel for him. In what was his favorite, Hate and Ashbury, he wrote the longest one, saying how his life hadnāt felt it started until crossing paths, how much he appreciated everything he had already done for him, given to him, and signed it with all my love, Daniel Molloy. Each book had its own unique bookmark as well, things he thought his lover might like. The list of books ended with a paper printed rough draft of Interview With The Vampire, and heād written a dedication page.
For Nicolas, my companion, with all my love.
Yes, heād used the word Even though he was human, it was simply how he felt. And even as Nicolas protested against affection and love at times, he knew he felt them. He hoped heād come to terms with it.
At that point, heād tied a red ribbon around the bundle heād created. He wished he could lift all twelve books and a manuscript in one go, but alas he could not. So it was left on the couch for him to discover when he returned to this land of thee living. Heād probably be annoyed at first as they blocked where he sat to watch YT videos, which only made him chuckle. The only thing that could make it perfect would be a meal of fresh warmth and blood. Nicolas usually roused soon however. There was no time.
In his own pajama bottoms of a plaid gray and white and gray tshirt, he turned the television on, putting on some serial killer documentary, Heād pretend he didnāt know where the books came from, that they were simply dropped off by Amazon, which heād explained before but surely would need to again. He wanted to do this in moments of lucidity which were growing further apart each day now. He also knew one other thing. Daniel hadnāt felt a pull towards another like this in such a long time. He wasnāt one to wear his heart on his sleeve either. Nicolas hadnāt felt burrowed into what he had left of a heart and devoured his love, like a worm to an apple.
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Should freak me out, man, that disappearing trick.
Instead it thrills him. His heart kicks against his ribs in a beat that has nothing to do with the bumps snorted off his apartment keys. The booze in his blood has him loose, turning his head in search of that sharp mouth.
"Mm. Why don't you tell me, Bela-" Daniel means to coo it right back, but his flirtation comes out as a giggle. Lugosi! Like Dracula, get it? Ha!
"Usually cash is changin' hands by the time I get to bedroom eyes, baby."
Armand should know that with all the terrifying stalking! Daniel wobbles in his seat, nearly losing his balance as his face tilts up in an attempt to kiss this monster in front of God and everyone, "Lucky you, your money's no good here."
Armand might have let out a bemused laugh when he drunkenly spoke of Bela Lugosi. He lingered behind his fascinating boy, words pouring from his lips like honey. ā I remember seeing his Dracula film when it was released. You humans have funny perceptions on what vampires are. ā A soft shrug. āSome details you do get correct, but it differs per film. Without a question as if he wanted it off or not, he started to slip that lovely leather jacket off his body. ā The silent film Nosferatu I greatly enjoyed, ā
He was about to hang the jacket on the back of one of the nearby dining chairs, but then Daniel stole his kiss. It was such a little thing, but it made the elder vampire swoon, it was things like that; love notes, simple romantic gestures, holding each other until time to wake? But the sudden āpublic affectionā from his boy? These things he adored,
Armand almost frowned when he spoke of money. Daniel, prostituting himself in any way he might not have enjoyed displeased him. It was dangerous behavior, too dangerous, Even though Daniel was intoxicated, he curled his thin fingers under the boyās chin, lifting it. ā Look into my eyes..ā So many times heād visited this apartment, Daniel could do better. He could have the world if he wanted it .
ā What if I told you that you need not do any of those things from now on? What if I whisk you out of this place to where you could live like a king if you so desired it? What then, my fascinating boy?ā
This is what happened right?
INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE (2022-) |Ā S03E07
Because I am a wrecked person.
I saw good in you.
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Assad Zaman as Armand | TVL 3.07
This wasn't new to Armand for he had been watching Daniel as he slept for 52 years now, and he was going to keep watching him sleep until the day he meets the true death. His deep orange eyes watched Daniel carefully, watching every toss and turn he had made. Armand was someone who didn't need sleep as much as other vampires given his age he could run on no sleep for three nights max.
Armand found watching Daniel sleep very fascinating, so much so he moved his hand slowly to touch Daniel but stopped, for he didn't want to wake him. Because he looked so perfected like that, he looked as if he was at ease. There was a part of Armand that wondered if he had never turned Daniel would the two of them still be together? Then the thought of what if he turned him the time Daniel asked, all those years ago?
Soon Daniel's voice snapped Armand out of thought and slowly turned to look at him. A small smirk then formed on his lips as he placed his hands on his coat pockets. "All morning and day...I like to make sure you are ok while you are sleeping." Half true. "How was it? Were you able to sleep better than before?"
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ā Youāre great at lying to everyone but me. ā Daniel sleepily confessed with a large yawn. Heād gone home with Armand. Heād made that decision after Lestat had ripped the vampire apart on stage, and after those confused confessions of love. He couldnāt, and wouldnāt just walk away from that. Heād vented, heād analyzed and gave Armand what for at the alley and honestly he thought his maker needed to hear his anger. But what Lestat did was just cruel.
ā Youāve been watching me for years according to you. I wonder how many nights you stood over me, watched me sleep, with and without my wives. ā Heād never stayed the night with his sexual flings. That was emotional and personal and didnāt belong to them. Sleeping in the same bed as a wife was a husbandly duty. Part of him wondered if Armand would sleep and lie with him again. He remembered how much he enjoyed holding him.
He hugged his pillow. ā That and you always watched me sleep when we were together. I had to beg you some nights just to lay with me, but those were the best nights. ā His eyes glanced at the bit of sunlight in the otherwise dark room. Again he didnāt remember if this was a hotel, an apartment or what. ā Last night I heard.. a lot. But I did sleep better. Youāre right about that. ā
He extended his arms, opening them up. ā Come to me. ā But then snickered. ā āve always wanted to say that. ā
Armand moved his head to the side a bit wondering if Daniel knew about the times where he would hold him when he was younger. When those strung out nights were so painful for him. Did he rememeber those nights? His eyes lowered for a moment as he found himself lost in his own thoughts, thoughts of their passed together and the love they shared.
Soon Armand parted his lips as if he was going to speak but Daniel spoke those words. Those beautiful and soft words. He didn't even noticed that he was walking over to his side. Armand only noticed becauae he had laid down beside Daniel, stroking his hair softly.
" You will get better at shutting everyone out soon enough beloved. " Armand spoke softly. His eyes soon locked with Daniel's eyes as he slowly moved closer to him. "You will be so great and so powerful, this I am sure of." He whispered softly.
Maybe it surprised him immensely that Armand simply came when he called. Those words held much power he realized now. They always did when Armand said them to Daniel. The whole world would melt away and there would only be him and his vampire.
But now he was a vampire too, their eyes in a loving lock, Armandās also concerned of course. ā You think? Two years and no flying, no fire, just basic undressing. I mean over two years ago Louis couldnāt fly, and I know he now can. Is it because I didnāt have my maker to guide me? I mean, Lestatās maker didnāt give him the choice either, but he still developed. Wellāā He paused. ā He learned so much from you. As did Louis. ā
He sighed heavily, entwining his legs within his. He lifted his fingers , idly curling them in Armandās hair as he tried to get some sort of control. ā You gave them something they lacked. ā Daniel set his eyes on his. ā Why do you have so much faith in me? ā
Do you know what it means to be loved by Death?
Continued from x.
ā But Lenora..ā Daniel continued to call him his ex wifeās name, trying to pull away as he was still worried about his baby girl that wasnāt even present. He was getting worse as time went on. What a damn fool the old man was to travel Paris alone! Luckily, a vampire had found him and enjoyed his company. He was even trying to take care of him in the only ways he knew how. Of course right now, he was completely unaware of that. Right now he was deep in his hallucinations.
But then he smiled sweetly at the mention of the name Nicolas. ā I knew a Nicolas once. Did I ever tell you about him, honey? You wonāt believe me. You never do, you say I scare the kids with my vampire talk, but theyāre real. His story.. what happened to him was a sad and terrible thing, but he was reborn. He liked to be tough, but his eyes were gentle and loving. Do you know it scared me with how fast I fell for him, Lenora? I fell in love with him so easily. Yes Lenora, a man. Well, a male vampire. I think I was a burden to him though, ā
Daniel frowned as he was guided to bed. Just being told Violet was away, that she was grown up, helped in a way. ā Then sheās safe? Good, good. ā He pulled his arms out of the blanket and reached out to put his hand atop his. There was great silence between them for long moments until something seemed to click in his continually shrinking brain.
Cold skin! His eyes widened slightly, but then he smiled. ā No.. no youāre *my* Nicolas. ā He squeezed the top of his hands. ā Iām sorry Iām such a burden, mon amour. ā Je wanted to tell him he should find himself a younger man to chase after, someone better than him, but Daniel was selfish. He had fallen for Nicolas and he didnāt want to share him with anyone. He was also the only person he had left in this world. ā Iām sorry Iām such a burden. You deserve me at my best, not my worst. ā
He reached up then and cupped his cheek. He started to speak, but even the tough hearted journalistās voice shook, and his eyes trembled.ā Tell me you love me ? Before I forget who you are again, forget where I am again.. ā
@lenfentisms
This affliction was taking Daniel from him little by little. "I don't know who Lenora is and it upsets me you call her honey..." His ex wife, clearly as he was lost to his memories of the past and told this Lenora about him. He could not find it in himself to feel warm right now, he ought to feel glad Daniel spoke so gently about him but Nicolas simply felt...did Daniel think of her while they were together? Was she the ghost that haunted the room and he had entirely been unaware. Does he still think of this Lenora?
"Why would you tell her this. Why would you tell her my secrets?" he questioned a sick man that could not grasp reality as if he had not been the one to tell him about it, his story, his suffering, had he not offered it all on a platter? Six month ago in Paris...it was not exactly a long time to be around each other. And still he had not found someone worthy of Daniel.
"You are tired, Daniel. Rest. I will watch over you." Nicolas coaxed and even moved to sit on the edge of the bed to caress his form. He could hear it, you see. He could hear it in his breath, in his heart, the fast approaching end.
"It is a blessing to grow old. I never would have. Had this affliction not taken me I would have died a starving artist in the gutter. I did not want Lestat to succeed." Nicolas admitted it, a two hundred year unspoken truth. "I hoped we would die starving and wine drunk for our art. I was mediocre at best and he...people already scouted him. He would have left and at best we would share wine once a year and reminisce the past as he soared and I fell deeper into squalor." There he said it.
He was silent. To say those words would be admitting vulnerability he could not control, acknowledging a bond that terrified him. Exposing a part of himself that broke in Paris and never fully healed, giving Daniel the power to hurt him.
"If you forget who I am, you would be for the better. I pray to a God that does not listen that you will wake up and have forgotten all about me and I will watch over you from afar and you will be free of me"
The vampire leaned in and kissed the top of his head. "Je t'aime. Don't ask so much of me again-" He did not like saying it. It felt like barbwire slicing open his insides and acid pouring from his throat to say such words.
But he said it, seeing as six months of being at his side was not enough declaration.
Lenora was simply the wife heād been looking for when he couldnāt find the baby. Of course Daniel had already forgotten that. Heād forgotten that only moments ago he was frantic Nicolas asked those questions and he was confused for long moments. Lenora? What did his bitch of an ex wife have to do with any of this.
ā Iā¦ ā Daniel frowned. He might have even made a whimpering sound. ā I donāt know what youāre talking about but Iām sorry I hurt you. ā Yes. Daniel was a little more of his mind again. He wasnāt a hundred percent, but he was having a rough time.
He sort of smiled when he mentioned being a starving artist, wanting to die alone. ā I had nights where I was so heavy on drugs, just getting into writing puff pieces I hate from the San Francisco Chrionicle. Half the time I was hooking to get drugs and rent money. Iāve got the arrest record to prove it. ā He chuckled, but then he lifted a hand to that cold, marbled cheek. ā I havenāt met Lestat yet, but I heard he was full of himself. I think itās kind of romantic, youāre thinking. Risky, living day by day.. but youāre a romantic, whether youāll admit it or not. ā
When he kissed his forehead, Daniel also tilted his head up to steal a kiss from his lips. ā Helping a writer of a book you loved, a dying and elderly one, and falling and staying with him is pretty romantic too. ā. He took Nicolasās hand then, scooted over and invited him into his bed. There was a coffin yes, but heād seen Louis and Armand live in a giant house and share a bed.
Whenever he crawled into bed with him, Daniel set his head on his chest. ā Lenora was my ex-wife. Violetās mother. ā He laughed sadly. ā They both hate me. My first daughter.. she wouldnāt even let me go to her wedding. So itās like I have no family at all. ā He frowned. ā Besides you, now, and Iām grateful you found me. Iām sorry if I scared you. Just this.. fucking disease!! Do you know what itās like to be a writer and now not recognize your own handwriting? .. of course you do, you lost your hands. But your music is still beautiful to me. ā
ā if I ever became a vampire, Iād give you my blood to help stop the bleeding, I donāt know of it would work, but itās be worth a try. ā He nuzzled into his chest, clung onto him like heād die if he didnāt do so. He also wondered if maybe when he was confused, maybe a drop of Nicholasās blood would help. But the lucidity faded before he could say anything else.
ā You said Violet was safe, right? I love you, Nicholas. ā At least he knew who he was.
